[ The puppet. Something in his face shifts, a sharp twitch of half of it. He meets his eyes, watches that sneer.
Doesn't he see? Can't he? ]
What happened? [ He shook his head, gestured out with one of his β well, with his lack of a hand. He's soaked through the bandages, a spatter of blood goes with it. He should be out by now from blood loss, but he hasn't yet. His lips peel back, something there. A flicker of that old fury, the one that they both hold so close to themselves. ]
It's not what has happened, it's what will happen. [ He's gone, he's gone, he's gone and β ] I'm running out of time.
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Doesn't he see? Can't he? ]
What happened? [ He shook his head, gestured out with one of his β well, with his lack of a hand. He's soaked through the bandages, a spatter of blood goes with it. He should be out by now from blood loss, but he hasn't yet. His lips peel back, something there. A flicker of that old fury, the one that they both hold so close to themselves. ]
It's not what has happened, it's what will happen. [ He's gone, he's gone, he's gone and β ] I'm running out of time.